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Page 30 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

SAMUEL

I would never say it out loud, but this is cute.

Calyx with his flushed pink cheeks and messy hair trying to look sexy in a t-shirt is fucking adorable because he’s not even bothering to hide the hopeful, questioning expression on his face. Plus, he does look really fucking sexy in a t-shirt.

Seeing him like that in my bed has me wanting to run a victory lap, but I also need to chill the fuck out. If I’m not careful with this one, he’s gonna walk away with my balls in his fist.

“Are you attempting to distract me?” I ask, though nonchalance is hard to pull off with a full erection. Not jerking off in the shower when all I could think about was the way he sucked my cock on his couch last night was brutal. He keeps surprising me, and I’m all the way here for it.

“You’re already distracted,” he notes correctly.

I walk the few steps to the bed and hold out my hand. He takes it, and I pull him up. He gets on his knees in front of me, his head coming up to my chest, which is a little bit shorter than when he’s standing.

I tug on the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms, and I half grin as I pull it over his head. “Slutty hottie,” I say .

He bites his lip in a way I’m pretty sure only a model could. He knows exactly how little of it to bite to make it look sexy, not weird.

He shoves his hair around in another ridiculously hot move that has my cock twitching. I pull at the band of his sweatpants and peek inside. “Whatcha got for me in there?”

“Wanna see?” he asks in a low, sultry voice with a sleek movement of his hips.

“Mmhm.”

He pulls the pants down past his ass, his hips, his dick, and shows me the bikini cut black lace panties.

They look insanely expensive, and they don’t hide shit.

His erection is standing straight up behind the front seam, his balls tight and contained beneath it.

Another thing that’s cute about Calyx? His dick.

It’s small and pretty. Pert and perky like his ass. Yes, he makes me feel monstrous, but that sexy little thing makes me drool. Makes my cock leak, too, in this case, enough to sprinkle his abs.

“Oh god,” he says softly, noticing.

“Wanna fuck?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

Our eyes meet, and he looks helpless. I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting that either, but I’ll definitely take it.

I grab him by the back of the neck and crush my mouth to his.

He groans and opens for me, his hands on my waist to steady himself.

I grin when I realize he brushed his teeth, and I proceed to devour him.

He gets whiny and breathless in a hurry, his body arching to press against mine. I shove my hand down the back of his lace panties and squeeze his ass hard.

“Mmmph, Sam…”

“Fair warning,” I say against his neck. “I slept really well. I have a lot of energy to burn. ”

“You don’t want to save some for your workout?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” I assure him.

Now his hands are on my ass, and he’s practically gluing himself to me, lips parted too close to mine, begging to be used some more.

I oblige. The pressure he’s putting on my cock is intense and so fucking good.

I abandon his perfect ass cheeks to run my hands up and down his sides, caressing his thin frame.

It gives him goosebumps and he squirms with a lustful shiver.

I never would have guessed there would be so much clawing sexual desire in him during all those subdued moments we shared in the yoga studio or during our date on the pier, but I’m happy to be wrong.

When we watched Captain America, I was positive I would have to make the first move, but that’s why his hand down my pants was so good. So goddamn memorable. “You’re a little sex kitten, aren’t you?” I ask as I pinch his nipples, realizing he’s been the one to make the moves this whole time.

“Apparently.”

“I like it.”

“Good, because it keeps getting worse.”

I chuckle, pushing his hair away from his face and looking him in the eyes. “What does?”

“The shit I’m willing to do to get you inside me.”

“Mm…tell me more.”

He runs a hand up my chest. “Or I could show you?”

“Yeah, all right. I’ll take a look.”

He bites my bottom lip before letting go of me and turning around.

With his back facing me, he puts his hands on the mattress, stretching his arms out like he’s finding child’s pose.

But instead, like he has the location of my cock memorized, he levels his ass with it and arches his back, his hole opening with the motion.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “See?”

The view from this angle is dazzling. Black lace stretches across his hips, like he couldn’t care less if it rips down the middle. The long line of his golden back glows in the morning sunlight pouring over my bed from the bay window. His hair is a shiny, tousled halo framing his angelic face.

The effect is a swift kick to the gut. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I do see.”

“Need to feel you,” he says in this pouty way that makes me think of porn, but not in the way that always annoyed me when I was with a woman—the way Calyx does it is calculated and edgy. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing—not pretending he’s anything he’s not.

I didn’t think it was going to be like this. Nothing close to this.

I thought if I was lucky I’d get a grudging blow job from him and a few eye rolls.

I thought he might let me kiss him for a few seconds before turning to give me his cheek.

I thought maybe—if he had enough wine or something, he’d drop his guard and let me fuck him maybe once, and it would be bad, and I’d come too soon, and not get him off, and that would be that.

This? This beauty in black lace panties begging for my cock for the third time in three days is cracking my brain open.

I have lube in my nightstand, but the condoms are in one of my bathroom cabinets under the sink because I haven’t had sex with anyone since I got to San Francisco. “Hold that thought,” I say, planting a kiss on one ass cheek while I squeeze the other.

“Where are you going?

“Condoms,” I call over my shoulder.

“Ugh,” I hear him groan.

I raise my eyebrows to myself. Believe me, I’d rather not use them either, but I don’t feel like have the testing talk right this second.

Maybe I’ll shoot him a text later with my most recent lab results.

He can do with that what he will, but I’ve never fucked without condoms before.

Granted I’ve only fucked women, and I’ve got different reasons for wanting to contain my loads when it comes to them, but I always think of going bare as more of a relationship thing.

There’s a lot about fucking men I have no clue about, but this one thing feels universal. I don’t necessarily need a commitment, but I need a little more trust than three days fucking a guy like Calyx can give me.

I roll a condom on while I’m coming out of the bathroom, then toss the box on my nightstand.

After digging the lube out of the drawer, I push aside his panties and put a little bit inside him.

The way he reacts when I put anything in his hole is gorgeous to watch.

His glutes contract, and he wiggles. He moans softly and leans into the touch.

He’s as soft on the inside as he is on the outside.

His hole is nice and tight until it isn’t anymore, gaping just enough to accommodate whatever’s inside it.

While I add a bit more lube to the condom, I stare at his slightly stretched opening.

I won’t be able to take my eyes off myself stuffing it.

This angle is going to be a visual feast, if I can keep myself from turning into an animal.

Holding the panties out of the way, I slide my cock down his crease until it’s poised at his entrance. He’s so delicately beautiful, it’s probably not right how badly I want to pound into him. The need to fuck him fast and hard sears my veins and puts a painful ache in my balls.

“You might wanna brace yourself, angel.”

“Mmm…yes. Fuck me. Use me. Make it hurt.”

There goes my mind. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“I am,” he sighs, pressing his ass toward me.

I take it in one thrust.

“Fuck,” he grunts, voice low as his chest hits the mattress.

I withdraw my shaft, fighting the sensation of his body sucking me in, and punch forward again, our balls slapping, and my hips thudding against his ass.

The sound is addictive. The sensation better.

I chase it. Slow enough at first that each noise is distinct—the ones from his mouth and the meeting of flesh.

I’m also, as promised, staring at my length sinking back and forth inside him. The way his hole seems to hang on until the last second before he relaxes again to welcome me back.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m big enough, and he’s small enough that it looks obscene in the filthiest way.

His narrow hips are so at odds with my girth, it nearly looks wrong.

Honestly it probably should be for how good it feels.

For how hooked I’m getting on shoving my cock into his ass.

I’ve always liked sex. I’ve been a fan from the first time, but having sex with a man?

Those balls my own balls keep smacking? I don’t know—there’s something better about it.

Something that makes me feel even more powerful.

I love a good fight—dominating another man with my body, making him submit, hurt, struggle, and tap out.

This isn’t entirely unlike that feeling.

I mean, it’s all adrenaline. Natural instincts at work.

Primitive drives. But there’s another thing that comes naturally to me with Calyx.

My hands are all over him, his hips, his outer thighs, his back and his sides, soothing strokes to encourage him to tolerate the way I can’t help but pick up speed. The way I start fucking railing him.

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